Scot Spotted Skulking Through County
“The Orkney Accent Gives It Away”.
Pete McLaren, globetrotting fat tire cyclist, fine art painter and volunteer cake-tester just swung through.
I was on the phone with cherished ma-in-law, and there he was a knocking at the door…head halfway through, thank GOD I was not having a hot flash.
I HAVE been surprised by the unheralded appearance of “Elder Smith and Elder Jones”, a pair of well-scrubbed, curiously over-dressed chaps that regularly drop by to discuss Mormon faith with CC. I suspect their training manual has a paragraph on barely dressed householders.
Yes, drop-ins can be fun (for me, but never for Charlie) , esp. when a full-on lunch is being prepped and can be shared. Today it was heirloom tomato/fig salad with arugula, parsley, gorgonzola and for dessert bread pudding w/figs, champagne grapes, lemon zest, and homemade cottage cheese ( you don’t want to know how it’s made) in for ballast.
He regaled me with his Oregonian cycling adventures (CycleOregon, and a reet tough overland ride from Ashland to Oakridge..or was it BEND to Oakridge?)…and how great it is to tour solo because
a) you’re more open to experience and
b) no one is breathing down your neck to hurry up.
Cheers, Peter, you brighten the path ahead of you whereever you go, and with that passepartout accent you will indeed go far…